Sunday, March 30, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Watching Izaak's medical bills pile up has become overwhelming. I rejoined the working world this past August... when I knew we would need money the most. But a prayer was answered when we were told our medical bills would be paid in full through a program at our local children's hospital for Izaak's visit last April. My joy soon turned to disappointment after receiving news that our insurance is declining to pay for further doctor visits... which we have every couple of months to monitor his growth and development. I've since had to cancel appointments, second guessing if we're doing the right thing.
Izaak is 17 months old now and is just now saying words beyond "Momma" and "Da da". He has yet to take his first steps. He has been cruising our kitchen, bathrooms, and living room. I just feel he will do things in his own time and have decided if he's not walking by his 18 month check-up, we may be forced to consider therapy.
Surely he isn't the first to be a late bloomer! Still holding out hope....
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Raising children is by far the toughest job any parent can have. We are responsible for teaching another person manners, responsibility, how to treat others, and the list goes on.
I must say that raising girls has proved to be a challenge. On top of teaching the previously mentioned, teaching girls the basic skills of being a wife and a mother is important, too. But the following article sums up some pretty important things to teach our girls!
I've been forced to think of the times I've gossiped on the phone and said not so nice things about about people....not realizing my girls are watching....and learning!
So...the best advice: Be aware of yourself! I know I'll be more careful with my words!
Thursday, July 25, 2013
At the end of March, I became concerned that my son was able to wear clothing intended for a 3 month old while nearing his 10th month. A close friend of mine suggested that we begin feeding him formula to "fatten" him up. After not seeing any changes, we took our son to the pediatrician. Within days, our son was admitted into into Children's Hospital. In a nutshell...our son stopped growing. All sorts of test were performed and nothing could explain his lack of growth. He has puzzled so many doctors and specialist; however check-up after check-up, test continue to come back negative and our son is well on his way to "Toddlerhood".
As of June 8th (his Daddy's birthday), our son now crawls, has 3 teeth coming in, started using a sippy cup on a whim, and has learned to use (baby) sign language. Watching him improve day by day has filled my heart with warm fuzzies! At times, I have worried that he's falling behind his peers. I've watched friend's post about their babies walking and saying a list of words a mile long....but I know he's just our little man on his own journey to greatness. He WILL grow in his own time and as long as he's healthy....I'm o.k. with that!
Monday, April 29, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
One lesson I'm struggling to get my 12 year old to understand is how to be respectful of her belongings and a shared space.
At the age of 5, I started to notice that my daughter would "tuck away" her belongings in very random places. I'd mostly find her things hiding under her bed, but later discovered that she would stash things in her closet, under the bathroom sink, and even in her toy box. But they weren't items that normally belonged in these places. I suppose I didn't think much of it until we moved as a family for the very first time. Her room looked like a garbage can! I found candy wrappers, broken toys, missing puzzle pieces, and even rocks in every nook and cranny! I wanted to die!
7 years later, I'm still having trouble teaching her that her room isn't where we store trash....and that she should be more respectful of her belongings. Over the past 2 years, she's received some really nice gifts for Christmas and her birthday....high end purses and clothes.....but I often see them flung on the floor and stuffed along the wall beside her bed. I'll make her pick them up, explain to her that that's not how we treat our things only to go back to square one. I must sound like a broken record....but obviously one that's been thrown into a shoe box under the bed! Nothing I'm saying is sinking in. Even her 6 year old sister tells her to clean her side of the room and tells her she shouldn't be allowed to have nice things if she can't take care of them! I just hope her behavior doesn't start to rub off on her little sister.
Although I don't have a clear solution to this problem, I may have to get creative to finally teach her a lesson on respect!